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Treasures to protect

The ocean……

as frantic as can be,

has an energy

which only few can see.

The ocean is mystic,

and artistic,

and one comprehends it

with a mind which is realistic.

Wondrous are the ocean colours,

That can spread as a rainbow’s rays,

across the elegant horizon.

The sky and the sea are one,

when mother Nature’s flavours

are combined from sea and atmosphere.

The ocean waters

have many inhabitants,

which are threatened

by the earthly combatants of the sea.

Here we are!

And we must accept:

the deadly consequence

of losing atmosphere and ocean,

when we don’t show the right emotion.

Let’s protect these treasures,

by taking the correct measures,

let’s protect them

and in turn avoid catastrophic mayhem.

My poem "Treasures to protect" depicts the spiritual and materialistic connection of sea and atmosphere. The message of this poem is directed to all: if the ocean's "treasures" are destroyed then the atmosphere, and environment will suffer simultaneously.

The oceans are both under threat and places of refuge. The dolphins represent the most intelligent life in the oceans – but like humans, there are different “cultures” and “races” represented by four different dolphins. Humans introduce threats to their lives – represented by the net. The oceans provide their sustenance – represented by the school of fish. At the base of all food webs are the plants. Our world, like the dolphins, is predominantly a Blue Earth.

Kathryn Harrison

Three Gulls

When liquid horizon laps at ocean’s rim,
And its pulsing ripple is all that shivers across this vast emptiness,
Its reflection is cast upwards.  Above, a pale plain of
Translucent eternity shimmers blue.  Azure resounds
Silently across this arched space.  Its only vibration
Is a slight breeze.
Swept to the cusp of evaporating sea and condensing sky
Are white wisps of cloud.  They scud across water,
Wind impersonations, until small gusts detach themselves and arc
Across cerulean, mournful caws echoing the blue.
Puffed feathers of under-wing:
Soft, lost cloud edges.

When beaded moonlight mists shrouds of darkness

And slumbering ocean softly inhales and exhales,

Night-time begins to dream.  The moon trawls a sea-bed of light,

Shivering ocean surface at once dappled liquid sand.

Silver fish dart soundlessly across shimmering waves, before dissolving into shadows.

The night is a fathomless ocean and starlight spikes its meniscused surface.

These light piercings are fragile, and each penetrating beam trembles

As the massive weight of water wobbles and shifts above.

Through this depth plummets gleaming silver.

Wings span and stretch until the sole drifter alofts onto moonlight.  Shining beak slices

The blackness but sound is swallowed by darkness.  The lamenting wail of wind echoes

Its lost cry.

Wheeling, weightless moonbeam wings:

Sinking star.